"Lonely House?"

Turing's electric sound came from under the mask.

Even the ruins of the demolition area have such an organization?

He looked at the homeless people who were staring at them. Their clothes were not ragged, but they looked dirty. Even the slightly neat clothes were a little yellow.

Most of the people are middle-aged, with slim limbs and obvious disabilities in appearance and posture.

"Don't you know, this is the territory of our lonely home?" the old man yelled at Turing, waving the rust gun in his hand.

Turing looked around the ruins for a week.

"I really don't know. If you want to ask for an explanation from these dead people, I can tell you clearly that yours will do it first."

Although Turing didn't know how the people outside clashed with the rats after hearing the whistle, the wanderers they encountered in the basement did attack him first.

"You didn't inform us and entered our territory without authorization, and even said we were the first..." "What are you doing when you yell so loudly?"

The old man's voice was like a duck's voice blown by a suona after swallowing coal and then soaking in the mud. It was harsh and noisy. Turing felt that his eardrums were trembling, and he immediately raised one hand to stop the other person's words.

"You..." "If you want to compensate, you can negotiate. Peace is the most important thing. If you want to do it, then I don't mind sitting down and slashing you with peace of mind."

Turing said, the phantom limbs behind him flew and rotated, and the five demonic weapons immediately grinned their teeth and let out a threatening roar.

When the old man saw that the Turing formation was quite large, he opened his mouth, as if he felt that the tone of opening his voice was a little loud. He immediately clenched his fist and coughed softly at his mouth, lowering the sound:

"Okay, we are not people who don't understand civilization. We can talk to you."

As he said that, he pointed at a few demonic weapons:

"But you and your... these pets killed several of us, and you must compensate us!"

"Can."

Seeing that the other party could negotiate, Turing put down his phantom limbs, and the five rats also relaxed and stopped talking to each other.

"But you have to remember that it is yours to do it first. Tell me a number."

"You killed us..." The old man pointed at the corpse on the ground.

"Four, one broken arm, and one in the basement! One person, two hundred thousand! The one with a broken arm! Rounded, one million!"

The old man was squirting saliva and spread his ten fingers to Turing.

Hearing this number, Turing was stunned.

"Give me one million, and this matter will be over today!"

The old man grinned with big yellow teeth and smiled.

"Don't have money? Hehe, it's okay if you don't have money!" The old man raised the rust gun in his hand and pointed it at Turing.

"Pick one of the things on your back and give them to us! That's OK!"

The old man smiled all over his face, and a strong sense of greed appeared in his eyes that were narrowed into slits.

The wanderer holding a steel knife around him suddenly exclaimed, and his eyes looked at Turing as if he was looking at a mountain of gold.

"What? Want to do it? Tell you that our place is just one of the strongholds of our lonely home. Our Wandering Son's footprints are all over the suburbs of Yezhou! When you come to our territory, you have to listen to us! Otherwise, you will wait for the Wandering Son's pursuit!"

Turing tilted his head.

"Kill them all."

The old man's smiling face suddenly solidified.

As soon as he finished speaking, a long-held phantom limb ejected out like a bullet, instantly shattering the old man's hand holding a gun. Five demonic weapons turned into afterimages and rushed into the crowd in an instant, stirring up a large area of ​​warm blood!

The phantom limbs supported Turing's body into the air and rushed into the crowd, instantly shattering their ability to resist. The five demon weapons were even more bloodthirsty and violently killing, and their sharp claws and teeth bit open the big arteries everywhere!

"Stop! Are you not afraid of the Wandering Son's pursuit!"

Watching the phantom supporting Turing towards him, the old man screamed in surprise, moving his broken hand and crawling backwards.

"I said, we can have a good talk, but you want to blackmail."

"One million? Then do you want two million? Ten million? Do you want [      www.biqugexx.xyz] Don't I pull off all the things on my back for you? Package wholesale and retail?" Turing sneered.

"You are the only one with a gun among the bunch of people. Do you want to threaten me with your background? Or are you threatening me with your number? Or..." "Stop!!!"

A roar came from behind Turing. A man hurriedly ran to his eyes, picked up the gun in his hand and pointed it at Turing.

"I am Jonah from Big Bird Bar! Lord Gray Fox!"

Turing looked back at the person who raised his gun and looked at him without reaction. Five demon weapons slaughtered the homeless people around him.

"I have worked under Mr. Rowan!"

"Stop."

Turing drank the five demonic weapons that were constantly killing, and turned to look at the man.

Looking at Turing's body supported by thick phantom limbs, and his surroundings looked like rats, constantly approaching the hideous creatures, a bead of sweat the size of a bean slid from Jonah's forehead.

"Jona! You're finally back!"

The old man with broken hands shouted loudly with a broken gong.

"Jona! Kill this guy soon! He slaughtered half of us! Joe..."

"Shut up!"

Jonah roared, took a deep breath, but kept smiling bitterly in her heart.

I haven't come back for a long time, why did these people get into the technology hunter?

"Hello Gray Fox, I have no malice. If these people hit you, can you let them go for Mr. Luo's sake?"

"Put down your gun."

Jonah gritted her teeth and put down the gun in her hand.

Phantom limb grabbed the old man on one side and threw it at Jonah's feet.

"Although both sides had a bit of a misunderstanding, now he not only threatened me, but also wanted to ask me for one million compensation."

Turing fell to the ground, relaxed his phantom limbs and draped behind him.

"I apologize to you."

Seeing Turing's posture relaxed, Jonah relaxed slightly and bowed.

He lowered his posture very low. He didn't understand the gray fox, but he knew the cruelty of the technology hunter.

"Jona! You are our family! How can you..."

"Shut up!"

Jonah immediately glared at the old man on the ground in confusion.

"Your name is Jonah? Who are you?" Turing looked at the man in front of him.

Brown skin, a dreadlocked braid, a scar on the corner of his mouth, and a silver earring on his ears.

Well-equipped, in a tactical suit with an unruly style, carrying a sniper rifle in his hand, holding a pistol that had just pointed at him.

"I'm Jonah, and everyone in the bar calls me the 'exile'," Jonah said.

"I used to be a person here. What happened?"

Turing took a step closer to bring Jonah into his ten-meter attack range.

"Your people want to attack me, I'm ready to talk, but they're asking for a price of 'too high'."

"Do you know Luo Wang?"

"Yes, I've worked under Mr. Luo for a while." Jonah glanced at the old man on the ground, "and they are not mine either."

"Do you know my name?" Turing looked at the other person.

"Yes, I was in the bar that day, too," said Jonah. "Can you please let these people go? I can compensate you..."

"I said, I was going to talk to them, your people are not good at it." Turing sneered.

"Since that's the case, then we have reconciled for the time being?" Jonah wanted to observe Turing's expression, but unfortunately his cold helmet blocked all expressions. "Is it your intention to come here..."

"I have something to do."

Turing didn't intend to tell him.

"Precaution your people, I don't need your compensation."

Turing said, attracting five demon weapons and preparing to leave.

When he encountered such a thing, he was no longer in the mood.

However, these people have also helped test the strength of these ferocious beasts. Of course, they are tested with their lives.

Turing was about to turn around and leave, when a hurrying figure ran out from a ruin:

"Boss! Boss! The one I caught yesterday is almost out of reach! Should we continue to take kidneys or..."

As soon as he ran to the messy venue, his voice suddenly stopped and was startled by the bloody scene in front of him.

Turing stopped suddenly and turned his head to look at the man.

The man was dressed in a white coat, and he was wearing a silver scalpel in his hand, and his white chest was covered in blood.

"What did you say? Take the kidney?"

Turing immediately looked at the old man on the ground.

The old man just raised one hand, as if he wanted to stop the doctor from speaking out.

But what he didn't expect was that the man who claimed to be Jonah suddenly had red eyes and he suddenly grabbed the old man:
Chapter completed!